Page 100 of Land of Ghosts

“I just feel I’m losing you.”

“There’s a time and a place.”

“This used to be the time, and it used to be the place.” She breathed between kisses.

“Lu, we’re not on our own anymore.”

No. No. No.

I couldn’t bear it. Turning, I fled up the stairs, back to my bedroom, and stood by my bed, hyperventilating, the white noise thundering like a hurricane through my head.

Luke Fox, the bereavement counselor, was wrong. I was a burden, an obligation, and I was here because of Dylan’s warped sense of duty.

There was no other way.

I had to go.

Where? Where could I go?

Inspiration hit me.

Of course—back to the house in Bekesbourne. It couldn’t be that difficult. I could stay with Pips. Her mother had said I could… after the accident.

Don’t go there, Emily.

Pips would freak out, in a good way, if I texted her that I was running away. Wouldn’t she?

I could find a job. I had good GCSE results. Move back into my parents’ house once I’d found a job. I just needed to get back. I could hitchhike or something.

Several ideas collided in my head, vying with the white noise. All I knew was that I had to leave. Now.

First, I had to locate the keys to my house. Dylan must have put them somewhere, unless he packed them in one of the crates. The crates! I had money, in a jar, in the crates. I dashed to the empty room where they were stacked. Panting and frantic, I started emptying the nearest one.

Not quick enough. Not quick enough.

I tipped it up. It was heavy, full of books, and my sketchpads. But no keys, no jar. I moved to the next crate and upended it with a crash.

“What are you doing?”